Chapters (58)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- What Happened to the Witnesses?
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Rory Clements Readers’ Club
- Letter from Author
She sighed. ‘You know, I sincerely wish he was alive. I wish I had been able to persuade him to leave the bunker and come with me, but he wouldn’t leave.’
‘Then tell us every detail of your trip and your meetings with him. That last flight out of Berlin.’
‘Of course.’ A smile lit up her face. Her large eyes sparkled. ‘I like nothing better than to talk about flying. So, I was with General Robert Ritter von Greim . . .’
‘Your lover?’ Heck asked.
She laughed. ‘So people say, but I would never talk about such things, even if they were true. But it is no secret that Robert and I were close. Anyway, in the final days of the war, Goering was dismissed as head of the Luftwaffe and Ritter von Greim was promoted in his place. Not that there was much left of the Luftwaffe to command, you understand. The Führer wanted to see him to give him his orders, but Robert was in Munich. The question was how to get into Berlin when it was almost completely overrun by the Red Army? All we had left was a few hundred metres around the Führerbunker and the Chancellery.’
‘What did you do?’
‘Well, Robert was undeterred. He would have been within his rights to say such a journey was impossible but he was utterly loyal to Hitler and I was loyal to both of them. Together, Ritter von Greim and I flew from Munich to the large airbase at Rechlin, north of Berlin. We commandeered a Focke-Wulf and flew on to Gatow on the western outskirts of Berlin.’
‘But you were flying through enemy airspace – surely you were attacked?’
‘Of course, but we had a fighter escort, forty strong. We were damaged but lucky because we managed to land safely. Many of the brave fighter pilots who escorted us were not so fortunate.’
‘All for the vanity of one man.’
She gave him a death stare, then moved on with her tale. ‘With the Focke-Wulf out of commission, we transferred to a Fieseler Storch for the last leg into the city centre.’
‘Wasn’t that suicidal?’
‘It was war. You are a soldier, Lieutenant. Soldiers put their lives on the line and never question an order.’
‘Carry on.’